Six on Saturday 3/11
I missed last week’s SOS because I was doing a course – missed catching up on all the exciting links from across the globe. I’m guessing that everyone’s gardens have changed no end as the seasons ramp up.
I missed last week’s SOS because I was doing a course – missed catching up on all the exciting links from across the globe. I’m guessing that everyone’s gardens have changed no end as the seasons ramp up.
I haven’t been part of Six on Saturday for very long but it’s fairly obvious I’m growing a white garden. For many, I daresay white can be boring, but this evening, my husband and I walked in the gate from a dog-walk and the whites and ivories glowed like moonbeams. They provide their own sort of luminescence and in fact for me, it’s a kind of secretive garden at night – pearly light leading me on.
But guess what? I do have colour! Some of the plants have little backstories and it’s that which allows them to take their part in my white garden.
And so my last (for the moment) historical fiction novel is now doing its satellite thing across the reading universe and another novel is in construction phase.
Or should that be the ‘imaginating’ phase or the ‘jotting and plotting’ phase?
Adventure…
I wonder, does life become less of an adventure or more as one ages?
Let’s face it, when we’re young, we’re strong, fearless and the world’s our oyster. As we age and our bodies require more protection than they’ve ever had, perhaps we lose that sense of adventure. Or maybe, just maybe, because we are on the downward slope (let’s be honest here), we lose our inhibitions and look for more adventure, maybe even more danger to fire up the sense of achievement and adrenalin levels.
What inspires a new novel?
What inspires a fantasy?
It’s quite simple…
Hallooooo possums!
(there may be those reading this who don’t understand the above image of glasses. Aussies will know! ; These are the infamous glasses of the equally infamous Aussie icon, Dame Edna Everidge )
Really?
April’s coming? The last month of the first quarter of the year?
Crikey!
I have to look back and ask: is there accomplishment in the last almost four months?
Well, yes. I’ve almost finished Michael, despite the hurdles that are being thrown my way.
Gardening.
One either loves it or hates it.
And I am one of those who loves gardening and to whom a man like Monty Don is a saint.
Fifteen blog posts…
https://pruebatten.com/2016/05/15/fight-and-win/
https://pruebatten.com/2016/05/26/poo-n-stuff/
https://pruebatten.com/2016/05/30/where-else-in-the-world/
https://pruebatten.com/2016/06/05/licence-to-party/
https://pruebatten.com/2016/06/25/breathing-the-sea/
https://pruebatten.com/2016/07/23/name-calling/
https://pruebatten.com/2016/10/31/a-time-of-firsts/
https://pruebatten.com/2017/04/21/voter-backlash/
https://pruebatten.com/2017/05/22/counselling-the-council/
https://pruebatten.com/2017/05/30/inconvenient-truths/
https://pruebatten.com/2017/06/18/floating-my-boat/
https://pruebatten.com/2017/06/14/transparent-as-mud/
https://pruebatten.com/2017/06/18/floating-my-boat/
https://pruebatten.com/2017/08/05/four-twenty-blackbirds/
https://pruebatten.com/2017/09/14/art-spin-doctoring/
… countless hours of time, a few thousands of words, days spent in tactical talks with the powerhouse of the anti-fish farm movement, weeks spent on the phone raising a fighting fund in the early days, hours spent doing leaflet drops. Even sitting with politicians, talking, talking, talking…
And for what?
